NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 15 - Deliverance - full transcript

You want to make a statement?
You want to gangsta up, homie?

Yeah.
You got to go bold,
all right?

Double action old school.

It's sweet, it's simple,

accurate, never jams.

Here we go,
give it a try.
Where?

I don't know-- just-just
shoot the pipe.

Nice shot.

What else you got?

All right, got the homie's
best friend here, all right?

It's a nine mill,
it's Beretta.
it's Italian.

All right,
it's 15 plus one in the snout.

I'll throw in a box of hollow
point hot loads.

Trust me, your stuff will be
safe, okay? Here, here we go.

Bad boy is tight!

You ain't seen
the baddest boy yet, all right?

Sweet mother of God.

The pagans shall quake.

It's a Tech 9.

It's top of the line.

Fully automatic.

You can empty the clip
in four seconds flat.

Are you man
enough for this?
Yeah.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Yeah, all right, give it
a shot, give it a ride.

(panting)

You like that?

Yeah.
Huh?

You're looking

taller already, buddy.
Yeah!

(laughing)

(gasps)

Let's get the hell
out of here!

Let's go! Let's go!

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Miss anything, McLovin?
Just this.

It's from a woman named Melinda.

She had to postpone.
Postpone what?

I don't know.

Figured that you'd
figure it out.

How did she sound?

How did she sound?

I ask the question,
you give the answer.

How did she sound?

I don't know, Tony.

You don't know.

Well, why don't you try
using your words,

Mr. Gem City?

Devastated? Despondent?

Delighted.

All right.

What's her number, McDetail?

She didn't leave one.

It's customary
to get a name,

a number and a complete message.

This is not
a complete message.

This is a complete mess.

Melinda.

Ah.

How many Melindas do you
have in that thing?

I don't know.

It could have been the girl
I talked to at the gym.

You don't go to the gym.

Maybe it was the girl
I talked to at the dog park.

You don't have a dog.

Oh, it could have been that girl

I met at the concession stand

while my date was
in the bathroom.

You need a secretary.

Or a therapist.

GIBBS:
Or both.

Shots fired in Liberty Heights.

Saddle it up.

If we were called every time

shots were fired
at Liberty Heights...

Yeah, Well, Metro responded.
They found a dead Marine.

Victim is Private First Class
Emilio Salazar.

Joined the Marines
four months ago.

Scheduled for deployment
next week.

Ducky?

McGEE:
Stuck in traffic.

Should be here in
about 20 minutes.

Nine millimeter shells.

Possibly two guns.

And based on the level

of penetration on that wall,

I would say

.357.

No shells, which means
a revolver.

One shooter, three weapons.

There's two sets
of footprints.

Shooter could have
had a spotter.

Or a lookout.
Or a witness.

Hey, DiNozzo.

McGee.

New Marine regulations
don't allow for exposed ink.

He had his tat removed, laser.

Looks like--

"P..."

It looks like this.

PCS.

All right, I'll check
with Metro's gang unit.

Bullets hit the skylight...

killing our Marine.

Sending him on a very short

bungee plunge.

But why shoot your hostage
from down here?

Maybe they were sending
a message.

The kind McGee takes-- cryptic,

hard to decipher.

Blood.

This blood is dried.

But Metro made their

"shots fired" call
less than an hour ago.

Looks like the West just got
a bit wilder.

Cuffs, boss.

Skin, blood...

This guy was strapped
up here for a while.

That's why prefer
the fur handcuffs.

Not really, boss.

That's for her.

I don't wear the cuffs.

Someone was trying
to send a message.

Written in blood.

Phone number?

Not a phone number.

McGEE:
I don't know what
the "G" stands for,

but it's nine digits. Could be a
military service number.

I'll run it.

You don't have to.

It's mine.

Where is he?

Um, I'm not exactly
sure, Director.

Tell him I need
to see him.

I will give him
the message.

And the nature
of the message.

I'll include who it's from,
and the number.

Why would anyone leave Gibbs'
Marine service number

on a rooftop
crime scene?

(phone ringing)

Agent Gibbs' desk.

No, he's not here.

But I'd be happy

to take a detailed message.

Flight arrives

at 2:30.

Can I take a name
or a return number?

Oh, okay.
I will.

A name and a number.

Enough, okay?

I understand.
I am sorry, but what

do you want
me to do?

You want me to sort
through the database

of every call that came into

the switchboard
this morning

and match the incoming call

to your desk phone using
a date and a time stamp?

Yeah, actually.
That'd be great. Thanks.

Oh, hey, boss,

got two messages for you,
actually, right there. Sorry.

Director Vance wants you
to call him back ASAP,

and the, uh...
the other is, uh...

And then there's-there's
that one.

Um, it says that

the flight
arrives at 2:30.

It's from M Street Travel.

I assume that's
a travel agent.

Didn't say where the flight
was from or who the
passenger was,

but if you want to share
that, you can feel...
Dead Marine?

MCGEE:
PFC Emilio Salazar.
Service record.

ZIVA:
18-year-old.
Completed basic training

at Parris Island two months ago

and was stationed
at Quantico.

Had more than a
service record.

Criminal record goes back

to 2003, when
Emilio was 12.

All juvenile offenses.
All gang-related.

Gang tattoos.

Or Pecados Capitales.

Capital Fish?

Deadly Sins,
you idiot.

Fish is pescado.

Don't scoff at me.

Lots of gangs are named
after deadly fish.

There's the Sharks,

there's
the Barracudas...

Rumble Fish.

These guys are also
known as the PCs.

Sounds like your kind
of gang, McMotherboard.

Kid lives through
six years in a gang,

can't survive

four months as a Marine.

Maybe someone didn't want
him to leave the gang?

Maybe a rival gang
killed him?

McGEE:
Though that wouldn't explain
your service number, boss.

Focus on tracking the killer.

And what about the other person
who may have been held there?

Find the shooter.

Vance wanted to call
him ASAP, boss.

Heard you the first time,
DiNozzo.

Private Jackson,

do not shut your eyes when
you squeeze the trigger!

TONY:
Eyes off the toys, David.

We didn't come here to play.

I have not been
to the range in days.

No talking on the range, please.

Well, that's going to
be a real problem,

Staff Sergeant Medina,
'cause I'm real talky...

and I have a badge.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Clear and lock 'em!

Stand by!

Thank you.

A man in your unit
was killed last night.

How'd it happen?

Firefight. He lost.

Someone shot him?

Several times.

You know who did it?

If we did, we would not be here.

Thought you could help.

Any way I can.

He was killed in the
neighborhood where he grew up.

He ever talk about his past?
Gangs, trouble?

All the time.
He was trying to escape it.

So you knew he had a record

before he joined the Marines?

Some of these kids grew up
in a jungle a lot more dangerous

than the desert we're sending
them to, you know?

Salazar ever drop names,
gang affiliations, enemies?

Nothing specific.

He had troubles like any kid
who runs in gang circles,

but he didn't name anybody.

If you can think
of anything,

let me know.

ZIVA:
Berettas-- nine millimeter.
Feel free.

Do you mind?

Not at all, ma'am.

Do your best.

Oh, God.

MEDINA:
Stand by, station two,
for live fire!

(shell casing clinking on floor)

I prefer the SIG.

A lot of women have
trouble with the Beretta.

Thing's got too
much of a kick.

Your sight is a few
millimeters off.

Really?

Really.

MALLARD:
Prior to PFC Salazar's demise,

handcuffs made

these abrasions and lacerations.

Yeah, well, he wasn't
held there long.

No. He was executed

almost immediately
upon his confinement.

As to the cause of death--

Gunshots.

Well, yes and no.

These wounds were made
by machine-gun fire.

The spacing is too symmetrical
for random shooting.

Also, they
showed no signs

of redness or braiding
and bruising,

indicating that our private was
long dead when he was strafed.

How long?
About six hours

based on his liver temperature.

And here...

single round,
nine millimeter

punctured the pericardial sac,

causing a cardiac
tamponade.

He suffered greatly, Jethro--

perhaps for 20
or 30 minutes--

and he did not die quickly.

The bullet that killed him?

In the capable hands
of Abby Sciuto.

You've never left
a scene of a crime

before I arrived
until this one, Jethro.

Yeah.

Had something else to do.

Something to do with your
Marine Corps service number?

I was wondering the
same thing myself.

You're avoiding me.

I've been busy
solving a murder, Leon.

When I have something,
you'll be the first to know.

I'm looking for a Marine file.

A classified one.

Top secret, eyes only.

Black Ops.

Gunnery Sergeant
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

FRANKS:
Next time you're
having guests, probie,

have some scotch
in the house.

Ah, you couldn't sweet-talk
the flight attendant

out a few of those
little bottles?

He wasn't my type.

What's so urgent?

You pulled me away
from my granddaughter.

Just celebrated
her second birthday.

I'm looking for somebody.

Rose.

Vance know I'm here yet?

Not yet.

Maybe I should borrow a tie.

Colombia was a long
time ago, gunny.

(man grunting and panting)

(men conversing in Spanish )

Only one person knew about her.

You.

18 years is
a long time, probie.

She's in D.C.

Today.

Mike.

(sighs)

What do you want me to say?

Whatever you're not saying.

Well, how do you know
she's here, for sure?

My Marine
service number

was written on the roof
of a crime scene.

In blood.

That could have been anybody.

Uh-uh.

I put a "G" on the end
of it, just for her.

I brought her here 17 years ago.

Where is she now?

I haven't seen her since
the day I dropped her off.

Let's start there.

(Spanish rap song playing)

(indistinct background chatter)

You put her here?

Wasn't such a
hellhole then.

¿Que paso?

¿Que es lo que miras?

I'm looking for
Rose Tamayo.

Ma, alguien esta a la puerta.

¿Que se les ofrece?

¿Buscando Rosa Tamayo?

Ella se murio hace diez años.

We're a little late.

She died ten years ago.

Guess somebody else knows your
Marine service number, probie.

(elevator bell dings)

Howdy, Leon.

Mike.

He has information
on a current case.

And I need his help.

Thanks for
sorting out

that little
pension problem, Leon.

Appreciate it.

I didn't do anything

I wouldn't have done
for any former agent, Mike.

All by the book.

Absolutely.

By the book.

That's how we operate now.

Wouldn't have it
any other way, Leon.

Think he noticed my tie?

What do we got?

We canvassed the area.

No one is talking.

There is a smurf war...

Turf war.

...between two competing gangs,

the PCs
and the Verde Psychos.

Ballistics.

We matched the slug
that killed PFC Salazar

to a gun that
was used in

an unsolved robbery
two weeks ago.

And...
(typing)

Metro's chief suspect is

Victor Carmado, a.k.a. Popeye.

TONY:
Victor Carmado

is a known member of the PCs.

He was hanging out with his
posse at Liberty Heights today.

DiNozzo, Ziva, bring him in.

*

Abby!

Howdy, darling!

Franks!

What are you doing here?

Probie thinks
I'm here helping him,

but it was just an
excuse to come see you.

(chuckles)

Abs,

turn it down.

(volume lowers)

This is so cool.

Someone writes

your service number
on a roof,

and then you
just show up.

It's like sending out
the bat signal

and having Batman just show up.

And his mentor,

Ra's al Ghul.

Or-or like

Princess Lela

sending a hologram.

"Help me, Obi-Wan."

And then
getting Obi-Wan

with his mentor,

Qui-Gon Jinn.

You know, it's weird

'cause Liam Neeson
played both the mentors.

You gonna tell me why I'm here?

Oh, um, I ran the blood
from the service number.

It does not match
our dead Marine, Emilio Salazar.

I already
know that.

Of course you do.

Well, hopefully,

it'll be news
to you that

the blood did belong
to another Marine:

Private First Class
Tomas Tamayo.

Judging by the
look on your face,

that is news to you.

Um, he comes from
the same neighborhood

as PFC Salazar.

According to his records,
his mother died

ten years ago

after emigrating
from Colombia.

Rose had a son?

Uh, yeah.

He was about a year old
when I brought her here.

You knew?

I'm guessing
you didn't.

I need an address, Abs.

ABBY:
57 Kensington Street.

The home belongs to a woman
named Maggie Scott.

Might want to take
this slow, probie.

Might not like
where it leads you.

(rap song playing)

TONY:
Popeye Carmado?
NCIS.

Are we all listening
to the same song?

Let me guess.

Ricky Martin fans.

"Livin' La Vida Loca."

You ought to leave, man.

But we just got here.

Yeah.

But this is
a very dangerous neighborhood.

That's why I brought her.

La Bonita es una federale.

Federales saben buenas.

TONY:
La Bonita

will kick your ass.

Is that right?

You know, bad things happen
in this place, mamita.

But it's so homey, homey.

I love what you've done

with the wall here.

"Snoopy loves
Chiquita?"

Which one of you
sleeps on a doghouse

and which one's a banana?

I'm guessing the love
is between you two.

Am I wrong?

Think they want to play
rock, paper, scissors?

(grunts)

TONY:
You got them?

I've got them.

What's the matter?

Popeye didn't eat
his spinach this morning?

Rico!

Chuy!

Rico Suave's stuck in the '90s,

and Chewie's back with
the Millennium Falcon.

Let's go see how
La Bonita did.

(groans)

What took you so long?

(groaning)

McGee!

What are you doing?

Why are you digging through
the NCIS database?

This woman called for Tony,
and I didn't get the number.

It was blocked by the carrier,

so I am trying
to coordinate a trace...

Well, drop the call.

This is much more important.

Okay, what's up?

I heard something.

Not a complete
something,

a partial
something.

But enough of something

to make me think
it means something.

So I need to know
if there's

any other something

that you know about?

What--

I'm-I'm lost.

Okay.

It's something about Gibbs.

And Colombia.

And a woman named Rose.

And a son she had 18 years ago.

That would been 1991--
before Gibbs

joined NCIS.

Come on, McGee.

Type something about
the something into something.

Open, he's open.

(laughs)

Give me the ball.
(laughs)

Shoot it.

Nice shooting, lady.

Get a lot of practice
around here.

You Maggie Scott?

Hey, Henry,
come in for me, okay?

What happened?

You guys Metro?

NCIS.

Who got hit?

Somebody from
this block?

I understand this is
the home of Thomas Tamayo.

Why?

Is he all right?

He was involved in a murder.

Oh, my God.

No, he wasn't the victim.

Someone a couple
of streets over.

Emilio Salazar.

Emilio.

Yeah, he's a, uh,

he's a friend of Tomas's.

His mother, has anyone
contacted Emilio's mother?

Being done now.

Where is Tomas?

He's on leave, Cape Hatteras.

Before Afghanistan.

FRANKS:
Wrong.

He was at a crime scene
last night in D.C.

Hold on.

You were his legal guardian?

Legal guardian to
a lot of these kids.

Keeps them out of the system.

I just watch them till their
moms get home from work.

Most of them don't have fathers.

Two of them lost siblings,
past couple months.

War?

Gang war.

You're not from around here,
are you?

I moved here
after college.

Part of the
Vista program.

I never left.

How'd you become
Thomas's guardian?

Tomas moved in
about 12 years back.

Then when Rose got sick--
his mother has cancer--

she asked me to
look after him.

He's a good kid.

He's a really
good kid.

Oh, my God,

It's okay.
He's here.

It's Tomas.
It's Tomas.

Tomas!

Are you all right?

I'm fine. What is this?

I was so worried
about you.

What's going on?

You want to tell us where you
been for the past 48 hours?

Cape Hatteras
with friends.

We checked. Your cell calls
were all made

from a two-block area of D.C.

GIBBS:
Why were you being
held here?

I wasn't.

My military service number.

Your blood

on the roof.

You got my attention, Thomas.

I'm here. What do you want?

It wasn't me.

I cut myself training.

Gibbs and the kid.

FRANKS:
It was your damn blood
on the roof.

What's the connection?

FRANKS:
We tested it.

And why the kid gloves?

MAN: Hey, let me out!
(banging)

Our friend
from the hood.

Think he's chilled long enough?

Let me out of here, man!
Time to unpop his cork.

(sighs)

Let me out of here!

Cool it, Coolio!

No gangbanging
on the walls.

ZIVA:
Sit down.

I ain't sitting down.

Sientate!

Or do you want La Bonita
to sit your ass down?

I thought you all forgot
about me, that's all.

TONY:
You in a hurry
to get somewhere, Popeye?

'Cause you sure ain't going

home to Olive Oyl and Sweet Pea
any time soon.

You're going to prison.

Says who?

Says the nine-millimeter slug

we pulled out
of PFC Emilio Salazar.

Matches the slug
from another shooting
you were involved in.

If witnesses put me there,
I'd have been locked up already.

We have
a dead Marine,

former gang member
of yours.

This is the murder weapon.

Found dumped
in a storm drain.

Recognize it?

That's it?
That's all you got?

It's all we need.

It's all circumstantial.

I think you got nothing.

I think what you need
is a confession.

GIBBS: You are looking at
ten years for accessory

to a murder of a U.S. Marine.

More if we tag you
for murder one.

Your sweat was
on that roof.

Your pee was
on that roof.

Your blood was on that roof.

You gonna tell us what happened
on that roof?!

You're gonna tell us
who else was there.

Who put that bullet
in PFC Salazar.

We're gonna have to assume
it was you.

I didn't kill Emilio.

Who did?

Me. I killed the little bitch.

You killed PFC Salazar?

Yeah, I did it.

You got me. The fool
deserved to die.

How'd it go down, Victor?

I shot him.
That's how it went down.

Put the gun to his head-- pow.

Blew his brains out.

You shot him in the head?

Lights out, baby.

JFK style. Back and to the left,
know what I'm saying?

One shot

to the chest.

That's what killed
your friend Emilio.

But he didn't die right away.
It took time.

Maybe 20 minutes.

Bullet nicked his heart.

Blood poured
into his lungs.

Remember, Tomas?

No.

FRANKS:
He would have had
trouble breathing.

The pain must have
been excruciating.

But you know all this,
don't you, Marine?!

I wasn't there.

Popeye didn't pop the guy.

No way a kid like
that took down
two Marines.

Probably taking credit
for a street kill

to elevate his stature.

Get anything on PFC Tamayo?

He's scared.

He's hiding something.

They both are.

Something more going on
than that.

You're right, probie.

Gangbangers don't kidnap
their enemies.

They shoot them in the street.

Somebody's pulling strings,

calling shots.

I think I know who.

I've been crosschecking

the Metro Gang Task Force's list

of known PC members against
cell numbers registered

in their names.
One common phone number

keeps popping up.
It's a number from outside

the neighborhood that called
almost every member

of the PC gang.

That's the C.O.
from the shooting range.

Staff sergeant Vicente Medina.

That's not all.
I looked

into the staff
sergeant's history.

It seems he shares a bit more
than phone records in common.

He wasn't just recruiting
from the PCs.

He was a member.

Get him in here.

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

Yeah, Gibbs.

VANCE:
Meet you in my office.

I'll be right there.

Marine file.

It's yours.

I haven't
read it yet,

and I won't
if you'd prefer I didn't.

I thought it might

shed some light
on what the hell happened

in Colombia 18 years ago...
unless you'd prefer to.

I got nothing to hide, Leon.

Everybody's got something
to hide.

Franks a part of this?

A little part.

Hmm.

Some good stuff
in the last five pages.

(door opens)

(door closes)

How many men
have you killed?

Seven confirmed.

Where?

Three in Anbar, two in Fallouja,

one in Baghdad,
one in Tora Bora.

GIBBS:
How about Washington, D.C.?

None.

You knew Emilio Salazar?

His platoon sergeant, sir.

He's a gang member
just like you are.

That was a long time ago.

That was last night!

Sir, I did not kill
that Marine!

What were you doing last night?

I was at home watching TV.

Anybody watching you
watching TV?

No.

Your place is 20 minutes
from our crime scene.

Phone records.

You made contact with half

the PC posse
over the past six months.

Rap sheet; yours.

Shot caller for the PCs
for three years.

Once a Marine,
always a Marine.

Or once a PC, always a PC.

I lived the life.
It's not a secret.

I liked it

till I saw what was happening
to my friends;

in jail or dead by 17.

So I joined the Marine Corps.

Made me a better person.
Came back to the hood

and tried
to convince others

to make something
of themselves.

Ran a system-wide facial
recognition search.

I thought you'd want
to see this right away.

Okay, let's try
this again.

Where were you
last night?

I-I told you I was at home.

Baltimore!
That was taken last night!

You couldn't have
killed him.

Why are you lying?

I went to visit my son.

When I was 15,
I made some mistakes.

I got a girl
pregnant.

And my wife...

she doesn't know
I have a kid.

I know what
we got; nothing.

Guess we all make
mistakes, huh, probie?

Got two Marines chained
to a roof. Don't know why.

Got somebody
behind it pulling strings.

Don't know who.

Can we wind
the clock back
to the part

where we find out
what Gibbs was doing
in Colombia?

Or how it is connected
to the gang?

Got a punk who didn't kill
anybody who says he did,

and a kid who wrote probie's
service number in blood

saying he didn't.

You done?

Done watching you shave
with a butter knife.

Let me talk to that kid.

I'll get him to tell us

what the hell's
going on here.

I can't do that, Mike.
I let him go.

You what?

If you want to find something,
you follow it.

I learned that one
from you.

Uh-uh.

You two...

MTAC with McGee.

TONY:
Got it, boss.

Think I don't know
what you're doing?

Trying to get
that boy off?

Yeah, gonna lead us
to the truth.

The truth.

Yeah, which you should
have told me 17 years ago.

When I got Rose out of Colombia,
you were happily married again.

Or so I thought.

What's the truth?!

The truth is,

she didn't want you to know!

She knew you were

still putting
the pieces back together

after Shannon and Kelly.

Didn't want to
complicate your life.

Guess she didn't get her wish
after all.

Maybe Gibbs was on

a covert mission
to suppress the
Fujimori coup.

That was Peru,
not Colombia.

Okay, boss, we're still
following the GPS signal

from PFC Tamayo's cell phone.

He drove to Quantico.

He's been there
about 20 minutes.

(tires squealing)

Quantico's that way, probie.

We're not going to Quantico.

That's his first stop.

We're going
to his last.

Like the lady said, Mike.
"It's a war."

So he's down in Colombia
in Bogota. He saves

President Clinton's life,
but nobody can talk about it

because it's super secret.

Clinton did not
serve until '93.

(hushed):
Stop obsessing!

(hushed):
I'm not obsessing!

I'm a little preoccupied.

I'm a tad fascinated
by the whole subject,

but I am not
obsessing.

What was he doing in Colombia
17 years ago?

VANCE:
18 years ago--

and it's classified, DiNozzo.

Is that classified, too,

or can you share
with your director?

McGEE:
We're, uh,

tracking a suspect
for Gibbs, Director.

Franks is with him?

That's what I thought.

McGEE:
PFC Tamayo's just
left Quantico.

He's now headed
towards Liberty Heights.

So, what do you
want us to do?

Whatever you were doing
before I walked in.

What's Tamayo's
duty assignment at Quantico?

Guard duty at the base armory.

And the dead Marine?

PFC Salazar was also a guard
at the armory.

Means they both had access
to the armory codes.

Stepping back.
Excuse me.

Get base security on the phone.

Yes, sir.

Hey, if this kid
starts shooting,

you're gonna
shoot back, right?

(phone vibrates, Gibbs groans)

This is a really
bad time, Leon.

I just got off the phone with
the Armory O.I.C. at Quantico.

Four crates of M-4
assault rifles are missing.

That's your PFC Tamayo, Gibbs.

Gangs, guns.

It adds up.

We're still monitoring his GPS.

He's headed back
toward the projects.
The projects?

GIBBS:
Yeah, we got him,

we got him.

(grunting, clattering nearby)

(panting)

(phone rings)

I did what you
wanted, okay?

No, you listen to me!

You want 'em,
you come get 'em.

Second floor--
I'm waiting.

This is about to get
real interesting, probie.

McGee, building
across the street.

Traffic camera, 3837 Ashton.

Got it.

Record it.

Recording.

(indistinct chatter)

You alone, homes?

Zoom in on those guys.

TONY:
In.

Those two.

Aren't those the two guys?

ZIVA:
Chuy and Rico.

I should have hit them harder.

You got 'em?

Freeze! Freeze!
Freeze!

Put your hands in the air!
Put your hands in the air!

MEDINA:
You thought you were gonna use
Marine guns to kill my friends?

TONY:
Something's going down.

Somebody's behind him.

McGee, zoom out, zoom out.

MEDINA:
No! This ends here!

What the hell?

Don't move, Sergeant.

DiNozzo, call
for an ambulance and backup.

Everywhere you go, kid,

somebody gets shot.

DISPATCH:
3832 Ashton shots fired.
(dialing)

Possible multiple casualties...
(line ringing)

Keep pressure
on it, Sergeant.

(phone vibrating)

Hey, Leon.

Let me talk to him.

He's busy.

Can I take a message?

You just shot somebody, Franks.

Yeah.

All by the book, Leon.

Retired-agent-
involved shooting.

That's still
a form KJ-65, right?

Nice talking to you, Leon.

Fra...

It was me.

I ordered him to take
those weapons off the base

and bring 'em here
like they wanted.
Why?

Because I was...
No, not you. You.

They held me on the roof.

Said they'd hurt

everyone I love unless
I got them the assault weapons.

I-I didn't believe them.

They used to be
my friends.

Then they
threatened Emilio.

Shot him in front of me.

I thought they
were gonna kill me, too.

That why you wrote
my service number?

When I found out

you were NCIS,
I wanted to tell you, but...

I ordered him not to.

Why?

Using Marine guns
to kill kids in my hood,

kids I was trying to save,

it made me sick.

I wanted

to handle it myself.

We take care of our own.

Those guys are
just the hired help.

ZIVA:
That is all you have to say?

TOMAS:
Yes. I did it, I admit it.

I'll give you
a full confession.

Can I talk to him?

No, he's going to prison.

Please, I...
He stole weapons
from a Marine base

to arm a street gang.

People died.

GIBBS:
He confessed to everything.

All of it, his idea.

And he's going away.

(handcuffs clicking)

Unless you've got
something to say.

Wait.

He didn't do anything.

He's lying.

Hold up.

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

They were just supposed
to scare them so that

Tomas or Emilio
would get the guns.

For the PC's.

Emilio wasn't
supposed to get shot.

That was an accident, I swear.

Who needed weapons, Maggie?

Our kids.

In the neighborhood,
on our block.

They were getting killed
every day.

Slaughtered
by drug dealers

and bigger gangs.

They are dying every day!

I had to protect them.

By what, arming them
with assault rifles?

I grew up
in the Cold War.

My dad talked about deterrence--
if you build up an arsenal

that rivals your enemy's,
they won't

attack you.

You understand?

(sobbing quietly)

(handcuffs rattle)

(sniffles)

Case closed--
my case,

and you being on it.

"Melinda.

555-0199."

Hold the phone, Malone,
I know that number.

You should--
it's your dentist's office.

They rescheduled
your appointment.

Ooh, that Melinda.

The one with the man hands.

Mm. Well, I hope
you learned

a lesson, probie.

Yeah-- never to pick up
your phone again.

TONY:
Wait a second.

It was right in front of me
the whole time.

TONY:
Hey!

Franks! I've got
a question for you.

Got a plane to catch.

18 years ago, Colombia.

Gibbs was doing
drug interdiction
down there.

Tomas is 18, from Colombia.

Knows Gibbs's
Marine service number.

Question?

Is Gibbs Tomas's father?

Tell probie...

thanks for the lend.

No. Sit down.

As you were.

Your orders.

Shipping out to Afghanistan.

I-I'm not going to jail?

You helped the investigation.

My mother used to tell me
this story about a Marine.

He came to help out our village.

But the drug cartel
came after him...

shot him.

He almost died.

She hid him,

helped him heal.

That was you.

And when you
finally got well...

you told her that
if she ever needed any help,

she could give that number
to any Marine

and you would find her.

She made me memorize
that number.

You're the reason
I became a Marine.

When your mother saved my life,

she was already
pregnant with you.

Most people,
they don't get a second chance.

Good luck.

Semper Fi.

Ooh-rah.

Read about the mission
to eliminate Cesar Castillo

from the Cali Cartel
in Colombia.

Good read?

It was impressive.

Took out your target
with one shot to the heart

from 1,200 yards.

This Castillo was
a piece of work.

Drug dealer, torturer,

rapist.

I did my job.

And the mission would've
gone off without a hitch

if you hadn't been wounded.

Well, I guess you're
all caught up now, Leon.

Must've been poignant

helping out the son of the woman
that saved your life.

Did you tell
the boy that

the man you killed
was his father?

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